Blake is my homosexual husband. Te-he. I heard my friend Sarah use that expression a few years ago. It resonated with me immediately! She actually said “gay husband,” but I like the alliteration of “homosexual husband.” The expression is pretty self-explanatory, but I suppose if I had to define it I would say, “A homosexual man you love to pieces. You could spend the rest of your life with him if you never cared to have sex again.” I do, of course, care to have sex again, so Blake will remain forever a close friend.

When I was between cities in late 2006 (New York and Philadelphia) Blake let me live in his extra bedroom on the Upper West Side for minimal (minimal!) rent. He took care of me when I suffered from food poisoning and he has given me more oral sex advice than, well, anyone. Right now he is dating a wonderful man. They truly bring out the best in each other, and I’m so happy for both of them. I’m so happy for me to be able to visit them often. If the Universe does not see fit to give me a husband at any point then I will live with Blake and his boyfriend. I’ll have two husbands! I’ll have babies. It’ll be grand!

And so I write to Blake to tell him what a blessing he is to me.

April is National Card and Letter Writing Month, and I’ve vowed to write one letter each day. Also, please check out the essay contest I’m hosting with Giftin24.com.

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